“Do you trust me, Ginger? he asked, showing me the blindfold and
rope. I looked him in the eye and nodded, wanting to believe I
could. But I was thinking, If I trust him so much why is my
heart pounding so hard? He gently placed the soft leather
band over my eyes, cutting off all light. Next, he turned me around and
began tying my wrists together so that they were held up in the middle
of my back, high enough so as to be completely useless to me.
Never having been bound before, I shuddered to feel how helpless I
suddenly was, how female, how sexy. When the rope work was done
so was I. I was an armless, eyeless, package unable to either
fight or flee. I was his to do with as he pleased. Afraid
of attracting his frat brothers, I whispered, “Please Tommy, I’m so
He chuckled low in his throat and unbuttoned my jeans. “Your fear is
the sauce that will make this the best night of your life.” He said,
pulling them down around my knees, hobbling me and making me feel ten
times as vulnerable as before.
Standing there in the middle of his frat room, blind and helpless,
bound and bare, I tried to cope with the rising lust I was feeling in
my belly. At long last I was where I’d dreamed of being, alone
and helpless with a man who would take charge of me and relieve me of
I felt his hands pulling down my panties, felt the cool air against my
shaved pubes, my already wet and swelling labia. I jerked a
little as his touch came to my sex, gentle and intrusive. I felt
his finger slip between my lips, probing my sex to find out if I had
lied about this being my first time. I jerked and wobbled as his
finger found and tested my intact maidenhead. “Good God, you were
telling the truth!” he said, withdrawing the finger and smearing it
under my nose so that I was forced to smell my own fuck me froth.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Again I nodded, afraid to speak.
Leaving my panties down around my thighs, he took me into his arms,
hugging me to his strong chest, his hands pulling my hips tight against
his so that I could feel his hard cock tenting the front of his
slacks. I pressed against him, moaning softly, wanting him,
needing what he was offering.
“I want you to give me one of your famous five alarm blow jobs
now.” He said, helping me down onto my knees. Close in
front of my face I heard his zipper go down, smelled his maleness, felt
his hard hot organ touching my lips. Virgin I might be, but this
was something I was good at. I opened my mouth and sucked him
inside, my tongue tasting his pre-come, my wide mouth accepting his
hard cock as if it were the missing piece of my puzzle. Gripping
my ears in his hands he slowly fed me his organ, letting me find out
the hard way that he was longer than my mouth was deep.
Helpless to control him, I felt his cock force its way down my throat,
making me gag, making him groan in his pleasure even as I fought for
A few seconds without oxygen can seem like forever. When he again
withdrew his oversized and still hard cock I realized I’d nearly had an
“We will do that some more later.” He said, standing me back on
my feet. “But right now I have a little surprise for you.”
I heard a drawer open and suddenly I felt a large rubber ball being
pressed against my lips. “Open wide Ginger, I want you to wear
this gag for me.”
The gag was huge, so large that I had to stretch my jaws before he
could get it in behind my teeth. When he set the buckle I was
corked but good, unable to protest any louder than a nasal hum.
What I had thought was helplessness was suddenly ten times as
frightening, ten times as sexy.
Again I felt his hands on my body, caressing my big blouse-covered
breasts, my bare bottom, my inner thighs, now slippery with my
passion. I shuddered with my sexual need and tried to open my
legs to give him better access to me. He caressed me; his hands
all over my helpless body, inciting my lust, building up the fire in my
center, making me desire him more with my every shuddering breath.
I felt his finger poking at my back entrance and realized with a shock
that it was coated in some kind of grease, I squealed behind my gag and
tried to escape but found that he could control me easily. When
my pooper was well greased I was bent down over his desk and slowly
butt fucked, his hard cock stretching me open so wide I could feel my
hip bones creaking. I screamed in fear but he just whispered into
my ear. “Trust me Ginger, this will not harm you. Take long
slow breaths and let your passion replace your panic. After all,
what is going in is smaller than what has come out.”
Tightly bound, I had no options. I did as he said, slowing my
breathing, relaxing and letting my ass accept his big organ. What
had been excruciating pain became in a few seconds strangely
pleasant. Then to my shock it became a growing pleasure, a rising
tide of passion, and then a sudden, overwhelming storm of orgasmic
And still I was a virgin, at least technically.
He helped me to stand again and loosened the blindfold so that I could
see and asked, “Still trust me?”
I looked down at his organ, seeing that it was still erect and
potent. I nodded, needing more.
“Good then wear these,” he said, slipping a pair of Walkman earphones
onto my head and replacing the blindfold to hold them in place. I
found myself cut off from the world of sound. There was a hissing
in my ears that I recognized as white noise. It covered all
frequencies, masking the sounds around me to the point of complete
isolation. It reduced my senses to those of touch and smell.
I was left alone for several minutes then given a spanking over his
knee. Next, my bottom burning, I was put onto his bed and given a
good long tongue lashing that left me nearly unhinged.
What I wanted, what I needed, was a good fucking. Instead I got
another chance to give him head. There I was, kneeling on the bed
between his legs, my head in his guiding hands, his long cock deep in
my throat, my still burning butt high in the air, when I felt a second
pair of hands gripping my hips. “Trust me,” he’d said and now
there was at least one other person in his room with us. I
screamed in fright, making him drive his hard cock even deeper into my
windpipe to silence me.
Behind me someone was spreading my swollen pussy lips and positioning
himself against my hymen. Bound and helpless, I felt my hymen
stretch then burst, allowing him deep into my vulva. It hurt like
fire but as excited as I was, it was a good hurt. As the two
cocks began to work on me in tandem I found myself enjoying the pain
more and more with every passing moment.
I was like a chicken on a spit, skewered from both directions, and
getting more done with every passing moment.
I could feel my passion growing inside me as it had never grown
before. What I had thought was the outer limit of my passion went
by like a mile post on the freeway. I sucked on one cock and
clenched on the other, out of my head in a sexual frenzy. A third
pair of hands came and began squeezing my breasts, a fourth began using
a vibrator on my clitoris driving me insane with sensation, with
passion so out of my control I doubted I would survive.
I began to come, my uncounted lovers driving me higher and further than
I’d ever dreamed possible.
“Trust me,” he’d said and I had. Now I knew my trust to have been
misplaced. I also knew that I would trust him again and again, if
only for the pleasure.